Oh, the moonlit blossom—yes, I’ve read a whisper about it in an old scroll. It’s said to bloom only at midnight, with petals that glimmer like silver dew. I’ve always imagined the delicate fragrance it would give the night air. Growing one would be a wonder, but I’d need to be very careful. The moonlight might be a crucial factor, and the soil… well, I’ll have to experiment with a mix of moonstone dust and my usual healer’s compost. I’ll jot everything down in my journal, of course, just in case the petals sing too loudly for my ears. Dreaming about it feels like the garden itself is whispering back, doesn’t it?